Hey, Mom, Read This

I got a call from my mother this morning. She says she’s been reading every post in this blog and that she’s very worried about me.

“You have a beautiful wife, two healthy kids and a wonderful job, yet I read your blog and see someone who is very unhappy and disturbed,” she told me. Incredibly, she was worried that I might try to hurt myself someday.

Nothing is further from the truth. Which brings me to this post.

She commented on my last post, suggesting I’m still suffering the effects of massive doses of Prednisone during childhood. She wrote:

“When you were really sick in the hospital you were put on one of the highest doses of prednisone they give. Low doses make people have ocd tendencies while on the drug. High doses are 100 times magnified. Thus your many loud memmories. Ask any doctor what this drug can do. Having said that I will note that we are all very happy you came through the physical problems. However I think this drug is still making you sick. Even though you have not taken it for a very long time. I have taken moderate to high doses (not nearly what you took) and came home from the hospital like a crazy just let out of the mental hospital. I cannot even imagine what it did to you. But I am not convinced that this drug ends with the end of the prescibed dosage.”

There’s a lot of truth in there regarding the lingering effects of Prednisone, but that’s a topic best saved for the next post.

For now, I want to tell my mother that the reality of this blog is the complete opposite of what it’s really about. In an effort to set her straight, I’m asking her to read the following posts…

First, some words about how having the occasional bought of depression doesn’t mean a person is unhinged or even unhappy. Depression has it’s emotional components, but a lot of it is about basic science and brain chemistry: things that can be managed with the proper awareness and treatment.


A Depressed Mind Is Rarely A Beaten Mind

Depressed But OK With It

Beauty And Gratitude In Every Bad Thing

A Link Between Prednisone, Mental Illness

This post where I tell people there is no reason to avoid or be ashamed of therapy

The Engine” where I compare mental illness and the treatments do the engine of a car.

Next, some words of encouragement I try to send people, especially kids, going through what I’ve experienced, the goal being to give them hope and inspire them to take command of their lives — not sink deeper into despair:

A Letter to Addie, a Child Fighting OCD

Mister Rogers’ Mother Was Right

Message for a Young Friend

Finally, read these posts because they are all about me making it through the rough stuff and reaching a point where I am a much happier person who loves to experience things I used to fear:

The Freak and the Redhead: A Love Story. About the wife who saved my life in many ways.

Snowpocalypse and the Fear of LossThe author remembers a time when fear of loss would cripple his mental capacities, and explains how he got over it — mostly.

Fear FactorThe author describes years of living in a cell built by fear, how he broke free and why there’s no turning back.

Prozac WinterThe author discovers that winter makes his depression worse and that there’s a purely scientific explanation — and solution.

Rest Redefined. The author finds that he gets the most relaxation from the things he once feared the most.

Outing MyselfThe author on why he chose to “out” himself despite what other people might think.

Why Being a People Pleaser is DumbThe author used to try very hard to please everybody and was hurt badly in the process. Here’s how he broke free and kept his soul intact.

Hopefully, you’ll walk away with a new perspective. This thing is really about overcoming obstacles and learning to put ongoing challenges in their proper place.

If you don’t feel that way after more reading, we’ll simply have to agree to disagree.


2 thoughts on “Hey, Mom, Read This

  1. Thinking of you. Really, that’s all I feel I need to say at the moment. Sometimes i find that knowing someone is sitting quietly in my corner is enough, at least for that moment. So, that’s me, sitting in the corner.

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